The dishes are starting to arrive. Huo Jinyao took her bowl, filled her with a bowl of soup and placed it in front of her: "Come, drink the soup. You have to eat more. We gave it as a gift."
Su Qingsang finally smiled a little now. This person really makes people don’t know what to do.
"Stop making trouble." When people found out, they thought he came from some slum.
"Really." Huo Jinyao said with a serious face, "Let me ask you, did you also give a gift just now?"
"kindness."
"Look, you gave me a gift, and I also gave a gift. If I don't eat more, wouldn't I be at a loss?"
Su Qingsang looked at Huo Jinyao and couldn't help but laugh. There is really nothing we can do against him. Why is this man so funny
"Okay, let's eat a little full."
Anyway, there was no one else at this table. The two of them don't care about their image. Although it's not gobbled, it's definitely not polite.
Mr. Li, who was at the head of the table, glanced at it from a distance and finally felt relieved.
He didn't want to be enemies with the Huo family, and he would definitely make friends with them if possible. It seems that Huo Jinyao and the Huo family really have nothing to do with each other, so that's fine.
As for Su Qingsang, now that she is married. There is nothing wrong with Su Pei, so just let her go. The Li family is not that harsh.
Su Qingsang didn't know what others were thinking. Despite so many people looking at me like a monster, I actually ate more than usual under Huo Jinyao's encouragement.
When she walked out of the hotel, she touched her belly and gave Huo Jinyao a strange look.
"It's all your fault."
"What's wrong with me?"
"I'm so stuffed." If he hadn't kept picking up food for himself and urging her to get back her money. How could she hold on like this
"Really?" Huo Jinyao stopped and suddenly stretched out his hand to touch her belly: "Let me rub it for you."
"Don't-"
Su Qingsang was unable to stop him, Huo Jinyao's hand had already been stretched out.
His palms were broad and warm. The weather was hot now, and through a thin layer of clothes, Su Qingsang could clearly feel his hand on her abdomen.
Her face turned red, and she took a step back very uncomfortably: "Stop making trouble."
The party was about to break up, and many people were walking outside.
Huo Jinyao held her hand: "Why did I make a fuss? Didn't you say you were too full?"
"Huo Jinyao."
"It's okay, wife. Let's go for a walk. We'll be fine after walking for a while."
"No." This place was a bit far from her apartment, and she had to pick up the car and go home quickly: "I still have to go to work tomorrow."
"There's no rush at this moment."
Huo Jinyao thought for a while and suddenly let out a sigh.
"By the way, there is a park not far ahead. It's still early now. Let's go for a walk there and then come back and drive."
Su Qingsang really didn't want to go, she was a bit of a homebody.
"No." Afraid that he would drag her to the park for a walk, she tried to change the subject: "Aren't you tired? Go back and rest early."
"Honey, do you feel sorry for me?" Huo Jinyao didn't wait for Su Qingsang's answer and hugged her: "Honey, you feel sorry for me. You are really too kind."
"I just-" Who feels sorry for him? Su Qingsang didn't want to admit it. But Huo Jinyao didn't know anything about being low-key.
He picked her up and gave her a hard pop on the lips.
Su Qingsang could already see the eyes of the people around her looking at her, and her face turned red for a moment.
"Put me down."
"My wife is so kind." Huo Jinyao slapped her face again: "Wife, I'm not working hard. I'm really not tired. I still have the energy to walk with you."
After thinking for a while, he added eagerly: "Don't talk about taking a walk. Even if you ask me to fight you for seven rounds now, I can cooperate. Really."
"What—" Seven rounds? Su Qingsang was stunned for a moment. Under his profound gaze, it took him a few seconds to realize what Huo Jinyao was talking about, and his face turned even redder.
Second update. OK. You guys go back and fight for seven rounds today. . .
Next chapter, seven rounds of battle. . . . .
(End of chapter)